He looked at the neon sign on the nearby shop, which wasn't lit anymore. On the other wall, there was a familiar graffiti, which was one of the last few things he had seen before his death.
It was certainly the place where he had died, but something didn't add up. He couldn't find his body here. There were all the other bodies that had been present when he died in his first life. Only his own body was missing.
His sister's body was still there, looking just as bad as all the other bodies in the surroundings. Her clothes were covered in dirt, as her body was left here to rot in rain and water.
Elias walked closer to his sister, and his gaze fell on the knife nearby. It was the same knife that he had used to stay himself.
The knife had rust, but he couldn't see any blood on it, even though the last thing he remembered from this place was it plunging in his chest.
It was as if not only his body, but even his blood had been raised from existence.
